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shittiest post ever.

By revolutionaire.
hello strangers.
I have no excuses. This is my first blog in months (at least, on Blogger it is.) I did set up at Tumblr. Friedenfotograf.tumblr.com is me. It's mostly tweets, but it's still mine. I might move there. I'm thinking about it. I'll definitely let you know if I do.

I can't talk long, because it's after midnight and I need to be up by 6:30 in the morning.

But I'm happy - really, genuinely happy -- with my life right now.

I'm busier than I've ever been. And working two jobs is occasionally busting my ass, but I enjoy it. I miss my friends, but I enjoy the busyness factor.

I miss blogging. I was looking through archives on Myspace --- what did I ever see in that site? And I realize I used to write ALL the time. What happened to that part of me? I've been reading more than writing lately, but still ... miss it.

I'm going to try and get back into short-blogs. We'll see. That's why I'm considering Tumblr as a permanent move. I like the convenience of it. I can tweet and it goes there from my cell phone. It seems more inviting as far as short blogs go also.

I'm considering selling photography. Any suggestions?

I'm also considering applying for a UF band photographer position. It'd pay anywhere from $7.50 - $25 an hour. Interesting. What's the worst that could happen. I need to work on getting out of the Local. They're suffocating me... and they don't plan to keep me forever anyhow. Sucks for them.

That's all I have time for. I miss my reader(s). I'll keep you posted on my move. It'll probably happen.

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Ryan Lovelett said…
Just as long as this new place has RSS for me to use on Google Reader. I'm fine with the move.

And don't tell me anything about Twitter. Not going to use it.
November 19, 2009 at 9:19 AM
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